Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Early morning~

42 Eighth Avenue, at the intersection of Eighth Avenue and 660nd Street, Manhattan.

In front of Zina Oservia's art store.

Old Hawk, a street sweeper, led his grandson Little Hawk, and the two of them were pushing a four-wheeled garbage truck in the morning light and slowly stopped.

Little Hawk, who had some freckles on his face, looked up at the third-story window where the light was already on and asked his grandfather.

"She seems to get up very early every day. Every time you pass by here, the light in her room is on."

"How about I bring her some breakfast?"

"Yeah." Old Hawke smiled and looked down at his grandson, putting his hand on his head to make him look away, and smiled.

"Then let's go quickly. There should be a long line outside the affordable store now!"

"Okay." Little Hawke was very happy to hear that his grandfather did not object to his idea. He reached into his pocket and clenched a few coins.

As Old Hawk pushed the four-wheeler to the intersection with a smile, he turned his head and looked at the Wildfire Bar in the distance.

. . .

More than half an hour later.

Old Hawk led his grandson Little Hawk back to the crossroads.

Little Hawke, carrying a breakfast bag from a discount store, trotted to the door of the art store and knocked on it smoothly.

Old Hawke stood there and watched his grandson come in. He then subconsciously looked towards the Wildfire Bar and saw two unfamiliar-looking cars parked not far from the bar, and there were vaguely several people sitting in the cars?

There was a question in Old Hawk's eyes. He took out a garbage bag from the car and walked forward pretending to pick up garbage.

When he was only about 30 meters away from the two cars, he noticed that the figures in the cars seemed to be looking back at him.

So he immediately lowered his head to sort out the garbage bag, picked it up and turned to walk towards the four-wheeler.

"Grandpa!" At this time, little Hawke had already come out of the art shop.

He held the four-wheeled vehicle with both hands, and when he saw his grandfather coming back from a distance, he smiled happily and said, "She accepted the breakfast I bought."

"She wanted to give me money for breakfast, but I refused."

"She was pretending to be angry, but I saw through her~"

Hawke Sr. put the garbage bag in the car and smiled at his grandson.

"Aren't you afraid that she'll be really angry?"

"No!" Little Hawke puffed out his chest very confidently, with a clever smile in his eyes.

"She just doesn't want me to spend money, how can she be really angry!"

"Haha~" Old Hawke took off his gloves with a smile and shook his head.

"You just ran away like that. The next time we meet...she will definitely ask me to bring you more gifts."

"what?"

"This..." Little Hawke was very smart and immediately understood what his grandfather meant.

Old Hawke put his gloves in his pocket, winked at his grandson, and walked towards the art shop with a smile.

. . .

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

The lights were on in David's study.

Butler Ackleyd stood beside David's desk like a "stone sculpture", lowered his head slightly to look at the memo he had just written, and nodded with a smile.

"I will contact Toby Olga and Cui Yingying as soon as possible."

"OK!"

David, wearing pajamas, rubbed his "chicken nest hair" with his hands, looked at Ackleyd and asked, "If you have time, learn more about economics, finance and management."

"I will be managing more and more companies in the future, and I hope you can help me more in this regard."

"Okay, sir!" Although the butler Aclad was a little surprised at David's decision, he did not show any emotion on his face. He bowed slightly and left.

David looked at his back as he walked out the door, rubbed his chin with his hand and thought for a moment, then an amused smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ring, ring, ring~" The urgent telephone ring tone suddenly rang.

David looked down at his watch, feeling a little strange, then picked up the microphone and spoke.

"Hello, I'm David."

"Yeah! I heard it."

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Have you asked?"

"No?"

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"How about this~ When I go downstairs and go out later, you follow me..."

"Okay, see you later."

David put down the microphone and walked to the window. He looked down at the two cars parked on the street downstairs, feeling an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

Who could it be?

. . .

breakfast time.

David put down his cutlery, rubbed his belly, and expressed his gratitude to the maid, Chasida, with a smile.

Susan, who was sitting next to him, drank the milk in her cup and looked at David and said, "I convinced my mother yesterday. She agreed to move to Houston with me."

"Oh? Okay!" David smiled and held Susan's hand when he heard that Susan's mother Sarah was willing to go to Houston.

"The medical conditions there are much better than in Hawaii, it's perfect for her!"

"After you go there this time, I will have someone find a community with the best environment for you to live in, so that your brother Johnny can also receive a better education."

"Yeah." Susan held David's hand tightly and nodded happily.

. . .

About half an hour later, in front of the Wildfire Bar.

David, who had just come out of his house, saw Lawrence, the head of the DA security company, and the Jackal. The two were standing next to a car not far away and waved to David.

David nodded to them and walked quickly with the driver Giovanni over. He found that in the car next to Lawrence and the Jackal, there was a middle-aged man with a tough military aura.

The Jackal casually opened the car door, looked at the middle-aged man who was somewhat reluctant to get out of the car, and introduced him to David.

"He was Ted, John Rambo's comrade-in-arms. The two trained together and then joined the Green Berets."

"The person we saw last night was him..."

The jackal tilted his mouth to show his big white teeth and put his hand on Taylor's shoulder: "He is much luckier than Rambo. Someone recommended him to study at West Point Military Academy. He is now a lieutenant."

"..." Lieutenant Taylor stared into David's eyes, saw the surprise and curiosity in it, pointed behind him expressionlessly, and said.

"We've been waiting for you for more than two hours..."

"The person who wants to see you is in the car behind. Go there by yourself."

"Okay, thank you!" David smiled very politely, walked around the Jackal and Lieutenant Taylor, walked to the car at the back, bent down and looked inside.

In the car.

A middle-aged man who looked very young was taking a nap leaning against the back door of the car.

David opened the car door and looked at the strange middle-aged man. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Good morning!"

"I kept you waiting."

"..ah?!"

"Oh, sorry, I fell asleep." The middle-aged man was awakened by David's voice and said while rubbing his eye boogers.